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gothic-thoughts · 4 months

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Too Selfless

Stardust Crusaders x Black GN Reader Angst

StandUser!Reader, Platonic (no ship)

CW: Reader has heat intolerance (based off me fr), all the Stardust Crusaders featured, slight panicking,

TW: passing out, mini anxiety attack

CW: passing out from the heat, arguing with Jotaro, cursing??, based on the canon but slightly out of order

Word Count: 1667 (give or take)

(a/n): this fic is literally just me coping 😭😭

Riding on through the desert on camelback was hard enough without (Y/n)'s heat hypersensitivity. Nobody knew about your weakness but it was the reason you insisted on riding with someone just in case—that someone being Polnareff. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his waist for safety while the sway of the camel mixed with the arid air induced vertigo. The heat rises slightly but suddenly enough to give you whiplash which only adds to your nausea.

Despite never really being able to sweat, sweat began pouring out of every pore as you breathed as slow as you could, desperately trying to find some semblance of relaxation before you out your struggling to the group. Your arms loosen around Polnareff, mind swirling and slowing starts before you refocus to swirl and slow from the heat but you quickly tighten them back around him before he could notice. You sighed, trying to catch your breath but noticed you were becoming even hotter even if it was by just one degree.

“Pol?” You whimper in an attempt to save brain power, "Polnareff?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"What's...the temperature right now?"

"It's...." He takes out his thermometer. "81 degrees, but don't worry. It'll be nightfall soon and you can finally stop sweating." He chuckles.

"(Y/n)?" Joseph chuckled, "Sweating?"

"When have they ever sweat? Or even enough for it to be a problem for anyone?" Kakyoin asked.

"Now, I guess." Polnareff shrugs, "They've been panting and struggling to hold on for the past 5 minutes."

"You guys don’t feel it?" You try to raise your voice above a whisper, "I think... it's getting hotter. We need...to hurry."

"Calm down, we've only been out here an hour. Besides, you've got a hat on, don't you?"

“...Jean...”

You physically feel your energy level plummet just from merely keeping yourself upright and you fall against his back weakly, left cheek squishing into his shoulder blade to look at Jotaro riding his camel next to them. You lock eyes your blank stare and slow blinks worry him enough to furrow his eyebrows and call out for the rest of the group's attention but his voice was so... warped. Your energy finally ran out and your body gave out, slumping sideways.

Star Platinum appears and catches you right before you hit the burning sand. Kakyoin jumps off his camel and runs to take you from Jotaro's stand as it disappears. The redhead pulls off your sunhat to check your temperature, eyes widening slightly at the extreme moisture and warmth on your forehead alone, noting it was much hotter than his. All you could do was attempt to force your hazy, lidded vision to focus on the concerned face above you as the temperature rose again.

“What the hell happened?” Joseph asked, pulling his camel to stop.

“Not sure," Jotaro chimed in, jumping off his camel, "They looked confused as hell and then just fell over.”

“They’re too hot.” Kakyoin says, placing his ear right about your mouth, “Way too hot and their breath is faint.”

“But how; we’ve all been out here for the same amount of time!” Joseph asked, “And they’re covered up the most out of all of us.”

“Maybe they're being dramatic?" Polnareff hoped, “Or dehydrated?”

"They wouldn't 'dramatically' drop into the hot sand.” Jotaro rebutted, folding his arms.

Kakyoin adjusts your limp body to bridal carry you, keeping your upper body off of the sand, “(Y/n)? Hey, look at me!”

"I think they were on to something though,” Jotaro fans himself, "It's a whole lot hotter than when we first got here."

"It'll be night soon." Joseph checks his watch and gasps, "What the hell, it's 8 pm already!"

"So how the hell is the sun still up?"

"This has got to be a stand, but where's the user?"

"Just give 'em water until we know--"

"Kakyoin." Polnareff blurted, "They're...."

The men all look down to see your chapped lips part slightly as your eyes start to flutter shut. They rush back to their camels to find a full canteen while Kakyoin shakes you gently, trying to keep you awake. You do your best to remain conscious, using any remaining willpower left in your body.

“Hey! No, no!" Kakyoin puts your sunhat back on as he desperately tries to get you cool, "(Y/n), hey! Come on, keep your eyes open. They're looking, okay? We're looking for water."

"Keep 'em awake dammit!" Jotaro shouted, rummaging through his bag.

“I'm trying!" Kakyoin taps your face lightly, "Hang on, (Y/n)."

You give in to the heat, too weak to even stay conscious. The last thing you're able to register was something about the sun looking a little bizarre. Kakyoin's next sentence fell deaf on ears as your eyes closed, head drooping back. He caught the back of it and kept it up trying one last time to get your attention when your hand limply drops to the burning sand.

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Hearing a groggy whine, I glance over from my seat in an armchair to see (Y/n) slowly sit up on the hotel bed. I sigh in relief, seeing them quickly reach for the water bottle on the nightstand but anger starts to bubble up seeing them chug, bringing back stressful memories of them falling unconscious. I abruptly stand from the chair making them tense and stop drinking. Their eyes widened slightly at my expression.

"Hey... Jotaro..."

I blink, unamused. "You good now?"

"Uh yeah. Just, uh... just a little thirsty."

"I bet." I scoff, crossing my arms, "Which is why I'm a little confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to never mention your heat stroke before we got here."

They paused mid-sip and I could just tell they were deciding whether or not to play dumb, but no; they opted to sit there in guilty silence as I stepped closer to the end of the bed, head tilted while waiting for a response. They take too long, so I speak up.

"Well?"

"Not like I knew--"

"Cut the shit, you can't not know you're weak to heat; meaning you know how dangerous that shit is. And to top it all off, we're in fucking Egypt."

"Jojo--"

"Don't 'Jojo' me; are you out of you're goddamn mind? We would've covered you up better or brought more water. Or better yet, we would've kept you home."

"What, the hell are you talking about, 'kept me home'?"

"You heard me. You knew we were coming to Egypt and you didn't say anything about this. Did it not once occur to you that it'd get more than a little hot?"

"...It did, but we made it all the way here. I was fine up until now, so what's the problem?"

"That's even worse. You had well over a week to say something and you didn't bring it up once like your health is some minor inconvenience."

"I was fine! I had it covered for the most part."

"Tch, yeah; that's why we had to call in a fucking helicopter, possibly telling DIO how close we were. You were so fine that we had to press ice and cold rags to your body and monitor your fucking heartrate. I had to carry you into this fucking hotel room and you think you had it covered?"

"I meant I had it covered up until now, dickhead; I just wanted to help! You're acting like it wasn't bright as hell at 8 pm!"

"Polnareff told us you were panting like a dog before the stand made it hotter."

"Cuz it was hot as fuck, Jotaro! I can't help if more vulnerable to heat than you!"

"That's why you shouldn't be here. You're basically telling me you were fine this entire fucking trip but now that DIO's close enough to us to fight us himself you're not at you're strongest anymore."

Their eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"You were unconscious for about an hour, (Y/n). I had to watch your body jolt every time you swallowed water, involuntarily might I add. So, you're either gonna stay in this air conditioner room or I'm getting the old man to call another helicopter to bring you home."

"What?! You can't do that, I'm not going anywhere."

"And I'm not asking. It'd be less work for you to just stay put here, but I don't really trust you to; you're stubborn. So take your pick, but you're not fighting anymore."

"You don't think the guys are gonna be pissed about this? They'll back me up, I came all this way and helped!"

I sigh, walking away from the bed, "Why do you think I'm telling you this now?"

Their jaw drops slightly, looking for their next words. The silence was tense as their head hung in shame and frustration, hopefully seeing this from my perspective. I sigh deeply.

"I came because DIO is dangerous, there's a possibility that I won't come back alive. That's why I didn't care, I didn't tell anyone cuz I knew you wouldn't let me come."

"You're being way more selfless than you need to be. You shouldn't be fighting him if you're also going to fight the temperature. It's not fair to you or us if you die by something other than a stand user or DIO himself. Especially if it's because we didn't know."

They look away from me, body still weak, "I'm sorry."

"I just don't wanna see you die, in vain or otherwise. Stay here with Iggy, I'm not asking you, (Y/n). We'll come back when we're done and we'll all go home."

"Iggy's staying?"

"Again, I don't trust you to stay here and not come find us."

"...You're right..." They sniffle, avoiding eye contact still, "About everything."

"I'm not mad, just worried."

"I get it, I was too selfless. Just go, save your mom. And don't die trying."

I give them a little smirk and pull down the brim of my hat as I walk to the door, letting Iggy in as I open it.

(a/n): I singlehandedly saved Iggy by writing this fic 😭😭

#jojo part 3 #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders x reader #jjba sdc #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba jotaro #jjba kakyoin #jjba joseph #jjba iggy #jjba polnareff #jojo x reader #jojo x you #jojo x y/n

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cophene · 2 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓 | vento aureo; twenty-nine.

☆ ⁺ « HAND IN THE COOKIE JAR

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and a pretty-faced crew. notes : sci fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3k+

★˚⋆ YOU BROUGHT THE RECEIVER TO your lips and spoke in the most exaggerated Lower Space accent you knew how to. “‘Ello? This is Ahren Irani. May I speak to Pannacotta Fugo?”

“Who is this? I don’t know anyone by that name.”

Fugo’s suspicion was practically a knife, sharp and cutting. It might have pissed you off but you were just glad to hear his voice again.

Stars, you could have cried. Your crew had made it to Minos. They were okay.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself before I hang up.”

You darted a look around the dock. A few bored sailors and dockworkers, some grisly fishermen. Abbacchio keeping watch by the corner. No one seemed the least bit interested in you. Even the cracked holoscreen in the corner wasn’t displaying any current news about your crew.

“Fugo,” you said, cutting back on the Lower Space twang. “It’s me.” Your throat tightened. “Your Captain.”

You heard Fugo inhale. It became utterly quiet on the other end of the call.

“Fugo?” you said.

“What’s the name of my Stand?” Fugo asked.

“Purple Haze. Or Purple Catastrophe, depending on who you ask.”

“H-how are you alive?” he spluttered and you almost laughed. “How did you manage to get out of the Black Zone? Are you on Minos right now?”

“I don’t really know myself. It’s a long story, but yeah, I’m on Minos. Where are you and the crew?”

Fugo got over his shock quickly. “We got here a few days ago and took a while to regroup. Coco Jumbo managed to make contact with Polnareff and we took one of the ferries to the nearby islands. D46. We’re under a made-up research crew Coco whipped up. We have clearance for three weeks.”

“How much time do we have left?”

“A week,” said Fugo grimly.

It was about what you had expected, but hearing it from Fugo made it so much worse.

“Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll find a way to reach you.”

“Will you be able to? We can send someone out.”

“You need everyone to deal with Polnareff. I’ll manage. We can’t waste anymore time. Besides, I have help.”

“Help?”

You looked in Abbacchio’s direction. He’d left his GA uniform behind and wore black pants and a grey button-up. His hair was shoved under a cap. As far from an Inspector as you could please. “You’ll see.”

Fugo’s voice suddenly turned urgent. “Captain, I have to ask. Did JoJo ever say anything to you? Anything strange?”

“No. Strange how, exactly?”

“No. It’s nothing. I was just curious. I wanted—ah, well, it’s not important. We’ll continue things here then,” said Fugo. “I’ll pass you over to Mista. He’s been listening in this whole time and nearly shat his pants.”

“Shut up, you flackbag,” Mista said without missing a beat. You couldn’t help smirking. “Is that really you, Cap?”

“Who else?”

Mista’s voice went uncharacteristically soft. Your breath caught.

“You really scared me, you know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done if—flack, I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“I should be the one apologizing. I said I’d have your back and I let you get swept into the Black Zone. I deserve to be belted for that.”

“You made good on your oath, so that’s what matters.”

Mista was quiet for a few beats. “I didn’t. Fugo had to step up. I was too distraught to do anything. We’d still be back in the Black Zone looking for you if it weren’t for him.”

You closed your eyes. “I’m just glad everyone’s alright.”

“Yeah, well, about that . . .”

“What is it?” Your voice sharpened.

“Nothing. Just that . . . Narancia’s eye hasn’t been doing so hot. It started bleeding the other day. Scary shit.”

“Is he okay?”

“It’s bandaged, but he needs medical attention. I think it’s a lot worse than he’s letting on. He could barely see straight the past few days and he’s been weak. He’s been numbing it with eye drops. At best, some kind of infection. At worst, he’ll probably need a cybernetic.”

“That idiot,” you muttered, but it was more worried than irritated.

“We’ll look after him, Cap. You just get your ass here. You’re on the main docks, right? A guy named Rati brought us over. He’s trustworthy. If you show him Zero’s pin, it should be a breeze.”

“Will do.”

“Oh, and Cap. You owe me a round of drinks. Don’t die or anything stupid like that.”

You smiled weakly. “I won’t. Talk to you soon.”

You replaced the receiver and Abbacchio took that as his cue to make his way over.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“The crew’s fine. They’re out on island D46. Said if we get in contact with some guy named Rati, he should be able to get us out.”

Abbacchio tilted his head. “Would that happen to be him over there? He’s been staring at you since you started the call.”

Across the docking office, someone leaned against the entrance, not quite casually. You couldn’t make out any distinguishing features about them, only that they were dressed in the full-body skin suit that researchers on Minos seemed to like and had on a large blue visor over their eyes.

You traded a look with Abbacchio. He gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“Do you know anyone around here named Rati?” you asked, walking over to the person. They looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. After narrowly dying just a day ago, you couldn’t imagine that you looked very appealing.

“Who’s asking?”

The voice was male. Light. Pleasant. He hadn’t corrected you, so you assumed he really was Rati.

From your jacket pocket, you took out Zero’s pin. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d used it.

“I’m under Zero’s employ. I’ve been told you can get us to island D46.”

“And why do you need to get there?”

“I don’t see how that’s your business.”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious. If you’re here for sights, there are plenty of more attractive islands. And if you’re here for research, that island has already been extensively mapped and catalogued.”

You set your jaw. “I just need to get to island D46. Can you take us or not?”

Rati looked over your shoulder at Abbacchio. “Friend of yours?”

“Associate.”

The stranger nodded to himself. “You must be with the crew that just passed by. They were just as rude as you were.”

“Can you help us or not? There are plenty of other people on this dock I can ask.”

“Does a thousand credits sound okay?”

You would normally decline, but you were on Zero’s dime. “I can double it if you like.”

The visor didn’t cover Rati’s mouth, so you could see when he grinned. “Follow me then.”

You were thankful you’d thought to stock Party Rock up before you’d left Abbacchio’s ship. You had a few electors on hand you could use, and blades at Abbacchio’s insistence. You stared at the back of Rati’s head as you followed him out of the docking office. You hoped he could feel that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him if he tried anything funny.

The air on Minos was crisp and bracing, a nice change to the stale, recycled air you’d been breathing on ships. Little colour seemed to exist on the planet, the buildings, water, and sky all just different shades of grey. Gulls cawed overhead, diving occasionally into the sea for fish. When you looked off at the islands in the distance, the lack of vegetation struck you. No trees or bushes anywhere. Mostly stone and shale. It made for a lonely planet, you thought. It was no wonder that few people outside of researchers made their home here.

All along the dock were various seacraft, from dinghies to speed jets to motorboats. Rati’s motorboat was small and unassuming. It looked like it could have carried tourists in another life.

“Get yourself settled,” Rati said. “I just have to check back with the office for a permit. Help yourself to a life vest. I’d hate it if anyone were to fall overboard.”

While Rati doubled back, you clambered to the front of the motorboat and reached under the seat for a life vest. You didn’t like how unstable the boat was. Already, you were starting to feel a little nauseous.

“Ever been on a boat before?” Abbacchio asked.

“No. Never been out on the ocean, either. We didn’t have beaches on Solymus.”

“Not even after all of your escapades?”

You realized then that it was a little silly you had never thought to use your credits on a cruise ship or something. You’d been to plenty of resorts but never out to the ocean. On any planet at all.

Abbacchio grunted.

“Have you ever been on a boat?”

“A few times.” Abbacchio squinted out at the horizon. “Never liked it much.”

You took a few minutes to look around the motorboat while Rati was still gone. Rope, a water buoy, a holopad set into the side. Nothing noteworthy. There was a cooler near the controls that you pulled out, however.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been sitting out here, but it was ice-cold. Maybe Rati had restocked it recently.

Abbacchio shifted in his seat. The motorboat rocked. “Are you sure we can trust this guy?”

“You don’t?”

“He seemed very eager to help two complete strangers.”

“That’s what Zero’s pin gets you,” you said lightly, but it didn’t quite land.

You felt under the cooler lid for the latch. You suddenly felt thirsty. You should have gotten a drink back at the office.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t open that.”

You looked up at Rati. It was hard to make out his expression behind his visor, but you imagined he smiled at you the way a parent smiled at a toddler with their hand in the cookie jar.

It rankled you.

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?”

“Of course, but there’s no water in there.” Rati slid the cooler back beneath the steering wheel. From some unseen corner, he passed you a bottle of water.

“What’s inside it, then?” you asked.

“Nothing of concern. Do you get seasick?” Rati asked, still infuriatingly pleasant. He put a key in the ignition and the motorboat hummed to life. You crushed the water bottle in your palm, too pissed now to drink.

“It’s fine if you are, as long as you direct yourself into the water and not the bottom of my boat.” Rati laughed at his own joke. For that, you were willing to throw up right into his lap.

Rati eased the motorboat away from the dock and out onto open waters. Nothing but grey sea seemed to stretch away from you in all directions.

“It’ll take us at least an hour to get to island D46,” Rati said. “If at any point you want to turn back, please let me know.”

For a while, only the roar of the motorboat and the churning waves filled the silence. You leaned over the edge of your seat, letting the sea spray splash across your face. You couldn’t say exactly what it was about Rati that threw you off. If it was his politeness, that honestly said more about you than him.

Abbacchio and Rati engaged in mindless chatter as the ride went on. You listened in silently, not willing to contribute anything. Even though Abbacchio was a shit liar, the anecdotes he fabricated about your time in the Institute weren’t half bad. You could almost have believed them yourself. Rati remained nothing short of courteous the entire conversation, nodding and commenting at all the right intervals. It didn’t escape your notice that he offered nothing about himself.

More than once, the cooler that Rati kept by his leg kept slipping out and sliding around the motorboat. Either you or Abbacchio would have to carry it back and Rati would sheepishly thank you. It was strange. The ride was rocky, but not enough for a big-ass cooler to be sliding around like that. It made you think about Rati saying there weren’t any drinks inside of it. If not drinks, why the flack would you have cooler onboard? It wasn’t light enough to be empty and you would’ve bet anything that Rati wasn’t a fisherman.

Every time the cooler slid toward you, you had to fight not to pry the damn thing open. What the flack was inside?

“Have you lived on Minos all your life?” you decided to ask during a lull. Abbacchio shot you a look, but you ignored him.

“No. I only started living here recently.”

“So you’re a researcher?”

“You could say that. I do odd jobs here and there. Transport services for people like yourself.”

“Where did you live before Minos?”

Rati gave a half-smile. “Is this an interrogation?”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious,” you said mockingly.

Rati’s smile widened. It made you want to punch him. “In that case, I lived on a well-off moon colony for most of my childhood. Then I got caught up in . . . illicit activities. Thankfully, I managed to extricate myself and make my way here. The rest is history.”

You didn’t buy this nice-guy act for one second. He was probably still involved in “illicit activities”, whatever those were. If you weren’t already halfway out in the middle of the ocean, you would have demanded he take you back.

“How lucky,” you said flatly.

“I’m trying to turn my life around,” Rati said. “Some days are harder than others. I try to take things one at a time.”

And then, because of course it did, the cooler slid out from Rati’s feet yet again.

“I’ve had enough of this,” you snapped, pulling the cooler towards you. “What the flack is in this thing? This has to be the tenth time it’s slid out already.”

“I wouldn’t open that if I were you,” Rati said, but you were already prying the lid open. Bits of steam escaped it and before you had gotten the entire lid off, something flew out of it, and splattered on the floor.

You immediately drew up your feet. “What the flack?”

Abbacchio stood up, his hand going instinctively to his shoulder holster before he remembered he didn’t have it anymore. “What was that?”

Rati killed the engine. The cordial smile slid off his face. “I was afraid this would happen.”

You reached into your pocket for a card and took out an elector. “What the flack is going on here, Rati? We paid you to get us to the island, not mess with us.”

“Please don’t make any sudden movements,” Rati said, raising a hand. “I can explain. You just need to sit down. Both of you.”

You pointed the elector as his face. “Explain, you flackbag.”

Abbacchio started moving towards the ship’s stern.

“Stop! Don’t move,” Rati commanded, and the sudden steel in his voice gave Abbacchio pause. Rati’s mouth flattened into a line. He raised his other hand so they both pointed towards the sky.

“I will explain. But unless you want to die, I need both of you to sit down. Now. You have no idea how deadly that thing you just released is.”

You and Abbacchio looked at each other. Rati wasn’t flacking around. Slowly, gingerly, Abbacchio lowered himself back in his seat. The boat rocked lazily as the motion of the waves took over. With your free hand, you clenched your seat so hard your knuckles turned white.

Rati began to speak quickly. “A few days ago, a man was found dead on the docks. The GA’s reported the death as a suicide. The citizens here were relieved. The man had been nothing but a nuisance during his time here. The only thing he did was walk around and ask people to shoot him. He desperately wanted to die. His name was Carne.

“We thought that was the end of it. But things started happening. Random attacks. Animals dying. One woman was nearly mauled to death. It was unusual. Minos has a relatively low crime rate. This had never happened before. There were rumours that a new organism had made its way over from one of the islands and that it was attacking everyone. It was described as small, fleshy. It moved with incredible speed and seemed to draw energy from other living things.

“A group was dispatched to deal with it. I was among them. We spent an entire night chasing after it. But then it started chasing us. It attacked randomly, indiscriminately. By some stroke of luck, I managed to trap it in this cooler. I was meant to give it to one of the researchers interested in it on island D46 except that you have now released it onto this boat.”

Abbacchio swore. You were tempted to pitch yourself into the ocean.

“Why didn’t you just say so then?” you hissed, as though the organism could hear you. “I wouldn’t have opened it if I’d known. And why would you keep it in a cooler of all things?”

“It wasn’t as though I could transfer it somewhere else without being attacked,” Rati snapped. “Most people keep away from things when they’re told.”

You swallowed your retort. You knew you had no right to be angry. This was on you.

“What do we do?” Abbacchio asked. “We have to get it back into the cooler.”

“As I said, the creature attacks indiscriminately. We haven’t been able to figure out how it latches onto its targets. It uses something other than sight. Some kind of sensor.”

Abbbacchio moved his head slowly. “One of us is going to have to move if we want to catch it.”

“Don’t move unless you’re told,” Rati said with a pointed look in your direction. He began moving away from the steering wheel and made his way toward the cooler.

This motorboat was tiny. You should’ve been able to see the creature. Was it possible that it had fallen overboard somehow?

Rati lifted up the cooler. He flipped open the lid and then tucked it under his arm. He raised his head, searching.

You opened your mouth, then stiffened when you heard a low growl behind you. A chill went down your back.

Abbacchio’s eyes widened. Rati didn’t have time to react.

You whipped around, then screamed as the creature latched onto your face with a wet squelch.

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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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Trish Una x OC Post

Trish x Abella Wedding Heacanons 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👰

Here’s a link to my JJBA Masterlist I write a lot of character x reader. I also have Trish x Abella under the Trish x OC category if you’re interested in their story. My OC is a self insert OC so she’s me. I like creating OC content for fun. I enjoy talking about OCs so feel free to tell me about your own OCs if you like.

Trish would be the one to propose with how confident she is. They get married within three years of their committed relationship to each other. Trish truly understood Abella was her soul mate after knowing her for seven years. It was when Abella dedicated a fashion line of clothing to her beloved Trish she knew Abella was her bride to be. The popstar proposed to Abella after a garden date. While they looked over the flowers she got on her knee popping the question to Abella. The ring she offered Abella is a rose gold band with a huge pink heart shaped diamond center outlined in diamonds. Trish would have a ring with similar colors but a big diamond with the band covered in small diamonds. She spent a month figuring out how she wanted to propose and what rings she would want for them.

Trish would be twenty-one by this point and Abella would be twenty-five. They marry in 2008 around spring time.

The two desire a pink rose theme so they’ll book somewhere private with a ballroom and huge pink rose garden. The garden will be where they marry in front of the rose covered gazebo.

Trish would’ve loved Bruno Bucciarati to walk her down the isle but after his passing she grew close friends to her companions she met when she was fifteen. She asks none other than Giorno Giovanna to would walk her down the isle. The don was pleasantly surprised and accepted. He felt honored and was a friend of Abella’s as well, he was happy upon hearing the news of the girl’s marriage.

For Abella her treasure hunting uncle would walk her down the isle as she has no other father figure in her life. Her father died in a tragic accident after she moved away from New York when she was fourteen. Her uncle was someone who inspired her to become a treasure hunter after she established her fashion boutique in France with her best friend, Crisella.

The entire wedding would have a garden theme and the two young women would spend much time together planning. They knew what they desired so no wedding planner was necessary. Their friends in Passione would help them plan. Giorno offered to help cover costs for much of their wedding much to the girl’s surprise. They would thank him countless times and squeeze him into hugs. Much to the surprise of their blonde friend. He isn’t used to hugs but accepted them. He would help them with the flowers too since his stand has no trouble growing them.

There would be no expense too high for Trish’s outfit. She went shopping for a short white bridal dress with all her friends. They would help her pick her outfit for the wedding. It would be Giorno, Mista, Fugo, Polnareff, and many of her friends from her popstar life.

The day before the wedding she gets a manicure with hot pink tips fading to pink. She hires her hairstylist and makeup artist who normally take care of her looks before she goes on stage to perform. They’re eager to help her achieve her look for the wedding. Her hair is styled about the same but styled to be more elegant. Her hair is a bit longer reaching to her shoulders. For makeup she has pink lips with sparkly rose gold eyeshadows and long black flirty lashes. She’ll wear a pair of rosegold pearl earrings to finish off her look.

Her attire consists of a short white bridal dress with puffy off the shoulder sleeves. For her shoes they’re white lace heals with thin white bows at the heal. She’ll wear short white lace gloves and a small head accessory with a small veil shielding her face.

Abella being the fashion designer she is takes it upon herself to design her wedding dress. She’ll spend months sewing together the lace and gown together. Her strapless ball gown will be the wedding dress of her dreams. The gown itself is elegant with a floor length, giving enough room to show off her heals as she walks. She’ll buy a long cathedral wedding veil with lace and white bridal heals with white thin ribbons tied into bows around her ankles. She’ll decide to wear a black tailcoat vest with enough room to show off the front of her dress, making for a heart shaped look at the chest. The black tailcoat will be short with two small buttons in the front. Her wrists will have black suit cuffs and gold teal colored rose cuff links. She’ll wear rose gold hanging earrings with teardrop teal jewels to match the cuff links.

The day of the wedding Bella’s staff and friends will help her get ready at the boutique. Abella owns her own boutique with her business partner and bestie Crisella, so it’s big enough to accommodate all her friends. Since it’s self owned she closed for the day so all her staff could go to her wedding. They help her into her gown and give her a makeover. They like to call it a bridal makeover.

All her friends are good at makeup and hair. Abella has long dark locks of curls that require a lot to maintain. Her curls are waist length. Three of her friends begin to style it since she has so much hair to work with. One friend focuses on her eye makeup going for nude brown colors and shimmering inner corners to bring out Bella’s big brown eyes. Her long lashes are attached with an elegant look to them. Her lip gloss is a natural pink much like her manicured nails one of her staff members took upon themselves to do. Her manicure looked similar to a French tip.

After all is said and done Abella has curls dropping beside her face to shape her face. A big strand of her hair was wrapped around her head while the rest of her curls fell behind her shoulders. Her hairs falls down her back and waist. After she is done getting ready her friends begin to cry and take pictures of her inside her boutique. They all get ready for the wedding since they’re bridesmaids.

Finally at the huge rose garden Bella is walked down the isle first and her uncle has a smile upon his face as he’s walking her down the isle. His gold tooth among the rest of his white teeth shining eagerly as he smiles. His normal black eye patch is switched out with one having a pink rose stitched to his eyepatch. He wears a black suit with the front showing off some of his chest. The leather boots and ponytail finish off his look. He towers over the small bride at 5’11. Her long wedding viel is two tiered so the front covers her torso and face. The gown is big covering the area she walks by.

Her uncle gives her such a proud and loving smile before he kisses her head whispering an, “I love you” and she returns the loving words to her emotional uncle. Her veil is so long Mista and his stands take it upon themselves to fix it prompting Abella to thank them with a kiss to the foreheads. They all give her a thumbs up as they take their seats. Number five is crying and surprisingly the others don’t pick on him for it.

Abella tried keeping it together since she felt so overwhelmingly happy. Her loved ones in the crowd crying as well. Trish’s side is filled with mafioso, her manager, fellow celebrities, famous fashion designers or models she’s met, etc. They’re not emotional like Abella’s side but they do smile upon seeing Trish.

Soon it’s Trish’s turn to walk down the isle. Giorno is beside her wearing a pink suit with golden ladybug button accessories. The undershirt is black with the vest matching his jacket. His outfit is complete with a red tie and white gloves. His hair is down with a pink rose sticking by his ear. He is smiling but his smile doesn’t compare to Trish’s.

The pink haired bride is smiling like never before. It’s such a gaze she only makes while she’s singing on stage. Such a smile will make for a lovely picture as in the near future it will be used on the cover of a magazine when it’s revealed she had married. She kisses Giornos cheek before he gives Abella a kind smile which she returns with a thankful teary eyed expression. He’s happy for his dear friends and thinks it’s nice to witness their beautiful display of love with this marriage. More so when he hears their vows to each other later. He takes a seat between Fugo and Polnareff. His consigliere crying rivers of tears for poor Fugo to deal with. Who wipes off his purple suit with a tired sigh. Polnareff always cries at weddings.

Trish is greeted to Abella who is crying tears of joy. She tells Trish how beautiful she looks. Trish returns the compliment as she lifts her brides veil, gently placing it behind her head. Abella’s teary eyes are filled with love but she’s wiping off her tears. Afterwards the two say their vows and “I do’s” with tears running down their faces. Abella shyly kisses her bride and their picture is taken by their photographer.

They run down the isle together holding hands and looking at each other with love. Abella’s side is cheering while Trish’s side applauds. They’ll be taking pictures at the gazebo with all their friends and family.

Everyone makes it to the ballroom to dance. The brides are greeted by all their loved ones. Their bridesmaids crying and giving the two a big group hug.

Giorno takes it upon himself to steal the first dance by inviting Trish with a gentlemanly bow. She accepts while Abella giggles. Not long after her uncle asks her to dance with him. The two brides end up dancing with everyone.

Abella and Trish attack their dessert table since they’ve been eating so healthy to look good for the wedding. The giant wedding cake had their favorite flavors. Red velvet and extra dark chocolate for Trish who devoured two pieces. Carrot cake for Abella who also had strawberry shortcake from the dessert table. The two had plenty of guests especially Trish since she’s a celebrity. They took plenty of pictures with the wedding cake since it was so incredibly over priced.

At the end of the night they toss their bouquets who ended up being Fugo and Abella’s maid of honor, Crisella. Fugo was pleasantly surprised he caught it. He caught Trish’s bouquet. He was walking by to serve himself strawberry shortcake. Bella’s best friend was screaming as she cheered catching her bouquet.

The blushing brides end up at an expensive hotel Trish booked. For their honeymoon they traveled to Cancun to enjoy three days together. Trish would get many calls from her manager upon the news of her marriage being known as many wanted to contact her about it once she’s back from her honeymoon.

#trish una x oc #trish una x abella #abella x trish #trish x abella #wedding headcanons #gay wedding #jjba trish

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pasdasin · 7 months

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Policy of Truth

new series for you guys. Risotto Nero x escort!reader a/n: Takes place after the events of part 5, about 4-5 years later. Risotto is about 10 years older than reader and reader is hired help esentially.

cw: mentions of smoking/cigarettes

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chapter one

Risotto Nero was a lonely man. Being the capo of the hitman team of one of the most powerful mafias in Italy never allowed him for much company. Especially when he knew the Don was more than a decade younger than him. The most he felt in terms of company was a warm cigarette in the palm of his hand at the end of a long and tiring day. He cared for his team, but he rather be in the company of his thoughts rather than the men that comprised the best killers in all of Passione.

On sunday mornings, he liked to watch the exit of the catholic mass from his upper balcony. His personal, private apartment that he rented was just across the plaza from a gorgeous cathedral that took up the skyline. He rarely stayed in his apartment, knowing that his jobs and his team took up more than ninety percent of his time, but he enjoyed the quiet ten percent. Normally this would’ve been a pleasure of Buccirati, to mingle and observe the people of Naples and answer to their beck and call. People watching for the simple enjoyment of it was a pleasure he didn’t experience often in his line of work.

He of course noticed the teenage girls who tried to catch his eye from his balcony. They would giggle to each other when Risotto would indulge them and give a small nod or wave. A scolding from their mothers usually followed while their eyes would travel up to see the handsome, pale man. He could feel the change of iron in their bodies as blush rose to their cheeks. He was an attractive guy for sure. Even from the plaza people would stop and stare at him just in pasing whenever he would take a small smoke break from his self appointed alone time.

The buzz of his pager broke his small disassociation from reality. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the message from Giorno. Please come to the compound for a debrief asap. Risotto was always a little jarred by the use of abbreviations coming from the boss, especially in formal manners. That just must be the way kids were. After all, Giorno was only fifteen when he took over. To Risotto, he will always be a kid who got lucky. He isn’t a hardened criminal or even a killer in the way Risotto was. Shaking away those thoughts, Risotto slipped on a grey button-down shirt and black dress pants before starting his journey to the compound.

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“Thank you for joining us so quickly Risotto. I know its your day off” Giorno greeted the older man as he entered the room. Inside, Bruno and Polnareff sat at the table. Bruno was Giorno’s advisor. Risotto knew that Giorno only truly trusted Bruno and wouldn’t hesitate to lean on him for all and every piece of advice. Polnareff was somehow a turtle that aided Giorno and his team to defeat the old boss. He had connections to a very powerful organization and people that wouldn’t think twice about staging another coup in order to “save the world” or whatever the threat was last time.

Risotto nodded in acknowledgement to Giorno’s greeting and sat down in his usual seat. As the four of them got situated, Giorno started the meeting.

“We have a mole in our ranks” The room grew uncomfortably silent. A mole? “It has come to my attention other familias are using this information spread by the mole in order to try and counter us and take over. They want to push the drug trade back into Naples.”

“How did you find out about this?” Bruno asked Giorno.

“Oh, I hired an escort.” Risotto snapped his head to Giorno. Don Giorno Giovanna, boss of the Passione crime family, a nineteen year old boy hired an escort to find this out. Giorno pulled out his pager and in the next moment, Mista opened the door to reveal a young girl, no older than Giorno himself. She walked into the room and sat in the seat closest to Giorno.

“I apologize for my late arrival. I was at mass.” Her voice was soft and veletly. Nothing like what the crime harden men were used too.

“It is no inconvenience to us. Men, this is y/n. She is the escort I hired for this mission.” Risotto let his eyes scan her body. Definitely dressed for church.

“No offense Giorno,” Polnareff started. “I’m sure I speak for us all when I have to address the fact that we don’t know y/n. How can we trust her?”

“y/n is a stand user. Her stand is very useful for our purposes.” Giorno answered Polnareff as if it was common knowledge. Risotto raised his eyebrow at her. At a closer look, Risotto recognized her dress as a givenchy original. Her heels were chanel and so was her purse. A very expensive escort. Internally he rolled his eyes. “y/n’s stand allows us to know anything another person is hiding. You can’t block it. I hired her a long time ago to stay in our graces, but now she will be working closely with us in order to catch the mole.” A long silence befell the group of men. “Maybe a demonstration of her stand will cause you all to trust her.”

Giorno nodded his head towards her and she summoned her stand. Well, it was actually a cat. The cat very curiously meowed and purred as it rounded the table. Ger came out of Giorno, but instead of attack the cat, it petted her and happily stratched her head.

“Giorno didn’t eat breakfast, he is gonna get gelato after this and then watch Jersey Shore.” You voiced Giorno’s inner plans and recalled your stand. Giorno blushed slightly and looked at you a little embarrassed.

“You can read thoughts from ger?” Bruno asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, like Giorno said, nothing can be blocked from me.” You answered honestly. You turned to face Risotto, taking in his handsome frame. “Can I have one of those?” You pointed to his pack of cigarettes. “I have to go to a client meeting in ten minutes.” Risotto handed her one and watched as you started to stand from your chair.

“Giorno please keep me informed on your decision for my placement. I apologize for leaving so soon.” You grabbed Giorno’s hand, bowing slightly to kiss it and bid the men a farewell. The men sat absorbing all the new information that came to them.

“Risotto, I plan to place her in your group as a precaution. She is extremely valuable to Passione and I know you will protect her until we come up with a game plan.” Risotto nodded and Giorno called the meeting to a close. Each man went up to him and kissed his hand before making their leave.

Risotto pondered the idea of having a girl on his team and how she could play into the way he assigned jobs. For now, all he wanted to do was go back to his balcony in his apartment and enjoy the rest of his day off.

#risotto nero x reader #jojo part 5 #la squadra #risotto x reader #vento aureo

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ravenzeppeli · 3 months

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⭐️A Liars Punishment |Yandere Polnareff x Reader Angst|

Warning: This one shot is intended for a mature audience of 18+. This one shot contains extreme physical violence, strong language, body mutilation, and torture (acted out before scene).

“Ah, I see that you’re waking up now! Good, I am so happy that you are up! I can’t wait for you to see what I did to you my darling!” Polnareff exclaimed as your eyes fluttered open. “I had to knock you out once you handed me your engagement ring back like you’re allowed to leave me!”

You went to open your mouth but you couldn’t, you couldn’t open your fucking mouth. Something was.. you felt intense pain in your lips, something keeping your lips from pulling your lips apart. You looked down, eyes growing wide as you saw that your hands were nailed to a wooden chair, keeping you from moving. “Mmm!” You muffled, tears filling your eyes as you stared at your hands.

Blood- blood that belonged to you covered your two hands, a huge nail shoved through each one of your hands. What the fuck did he do to you? You tried to give him the engagement ring back because he was insane and abusive ever since he got back from his three month long business trip to Egypt. He wasn’t your sweet boyfriend anymore, he was an abusive madman and he was killing you. Was this not attempted murder?

“You promised that you would never leave me but you attempted to last night. I don’t like liars Y/N, liars deserve to get punished so for the time being I sewed your mouth shut while you were knocked out. I’ll remove the stitches and the nails when I feel like my point is made loud and clear,” he said softly, a wide smile appearing on his lips. His baby blue eyes stared into your soul- why wouldn’t he look away?

You tried to move your hands up, causing the nail to rip deeper into your palms, a muffled scream escaping your sewn up lips. You didn’t deserve this- nobody fucking deserved this. You regret not sneaking off at night, you should have just ran and ran until your feet were sore from running.. the dull ache of your feet would be nothing compared to the pain that you were feeling now. You had to try and give him the ring.. you were a fucking idiot. You should of known better but you thought that you would be safe.

When he came back you noticed that his eyes that were once so filled with light and happiness grew darker- the darkness started when his younger sister got brutally murdered but it became much worse when he returned home. He didn’t tell you a thing but in his lips you always hear him mutter the names, Avdol, Iggy, Kakyoin, Avdol being the name he said most frequently as he slept beside you, talking in his sleep. You never asked him.. you were always too scared to ask him.

Tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as your body shook from pain. A mouth wasn’t meant to be sewn shut. Hands weren’t meant to be nailed to a chair. You couldn’t scream nor run. All you could do was cry as your blood dripped onto the floor below you. Drip, drop, drip.. if only you could just focus on that one sound, but having Polnareff standing right in front of you had your complete focus. At any time, he could snap and hurt you.. and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.

He sat on the floor across from you, his silver hair in small curls, hanging past his shoulders as he wore a black tank top, his massive biceps glistening with light beads of sweat It was hot in here - in whatever room he had you in, the air was sticky and stale. “If you move it’ll only make things worse. It will only hurt worse, and the same goes for your mouth. I won’t take you to the hospital Y/N, I will just let you bleed out, but I will not let you die. As long as I’m here you’ll never die.. you will never be taken away from me.”

The switch in his eyes was instant, eyes growing hard but watery at the same time - so soft yet so dangerous. “If hurting you means that you will stay alive and safe, then so be it. If I stay on top of things I can prevent your death, I can save you, and you could save me too! Why would you ever want to leave me? I can keep you safe!” He stood up, his massive fork towering over you. “Your voice.. I need to hear it. Apologies, but this will hurt you. You can scream if you want because nobody will be able to hear you. Not where we are at. Only the rats will hear your screams.”

He right hand grasped your top left lip, and his left hand grasped your bottom. Without a warning, he pulled your lips apart with one rough pull, a scream instantly escaping your lips, blood pouring from your lips, staining your shirt with red. Dark red.. it was so red, so much blood. You felt dizzy and lightheaded.. why was the room swinging back and forth?

"Your lips will heal. It will heal just in time for our wedding in three months, but if you don’t behave I’ll keep your mouth stitched up forever. I’ll keep you here, alone.. do you want to be alone in a hot and disgusting place like this? With your lips sewn shut and your hands nailed to a chair?” He questioned softly, placing his left hand on your cheek. Despite the heat of the room, his hand was ice cold - the hand of a monster.

You sobbed, shaking your head because you didn’t want to stay in a place like this. You just wanted to go home, and you wanted to go to sleep, so you wouldn’t have to be in so much pain right now. You wanted peace.. and you would only get that peace if you stayed with him. Your only chance of getting even a little peace was staying with your abuser that you could never escape - that was your fate. You now knew that as your lips bled, you felt loose pieces of your skin just barely hanging on, your palms nailed to a wooden chair.. he could do worse. He could do so much worse.

“I-I.. I will stay by your side. A-always and forever,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I-I’m all yours.” You rather be dead than all this, but you knew that he would never kill you. He just wanted to torture you and make you comply.. he won. You’ve fully complied simply because you couldn’t handle any more pain.

“Good, that’s what I thought. Don’t make this same mistake twice Y/N, because the second time will be much worse,” he warned you sharply, the sharpness in his tone cutting into you like sharp knife, leaving behind its permanent scar. After today.. you would always just be a shell of yourself, a prisoner dying to break free. “Now let’s get these huge nails out of your hands. This will also hurt a lot, but you’ll be fine. Yes, you’ll be okay.. I’m here to protect you. I will keep you safe.”

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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💜 MASTERLIST 💜

💙 - Request

❤️‍🔥 - Contains Smut/Mature

💞 PAST EVENTS 💞

Val’s “Got Dat Love Inem” Valentine’s Event

JJK

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

teasing during sex (gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, nanami) ❤️‍🔥

Gojo Satoru

Party Pooper (Gojo x fem reader)

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

Expensive Gifts (Gojo x fem reader) 💙

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Geto Suguru

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Toji Fushiguro

home and away (coworker!toji x fem!reader) ❤️‍🔥

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Nanami Kento

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

AOT

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Eren Jaeger

Gentleman’s Kryptonite (Eren x fem reader)❤️‍🔥

Eren’s Insta spam (Eren x black!fem reader)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3 💙

Deliveryman!eren x reader

In Memory of Me (Eren x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Using your products 💙

Reiner Braun

Play Housewife for A Bit (Old money!Reiner x fem reader)

PURE/HONEY (Reiner x fem reader) ❤️‍🔥

The Guy at The Till (Reiner x fem reader)

Part 1 ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 ❤️‍🔥

Band drummer!Reiner x fem reader

Reiner’s Insta spam (Reiner x black!fem reader)

Husband!Reiner x fem black!reader

The Landlord’s Son (Christmas special: Tumblr Exclusive) ❤️‍🔥

Home for New Years — Husband!Reiner x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

KU LO SA — Reiner x reader

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x Fem!reader 💙

farmer!Reiner x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Waking up next to him

Dom!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

Sub!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Teacher!Reiner x reader

Jean Kirstein

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Levi Ackerman

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Onyankopon

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

For a Time Such as This — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

What’s Mine is Mine — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Postcard for the Road — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙

In Words I struggle to Express — Bassist!Onyankopon x Singer!fem Reader

No Self-Control — Pilot!Onyankopon x Air Hostess fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Triple N — Onyankopon x Fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

We Really Shouldn’t…But — Onyankopon x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Feet kink — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader PT 2 💙❤️‍🔥

dilf!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙

Zeke Jaeger

Rent-A-Boyfriend — Zeke x fem!reader

It Was An Accident!!! — Zeke x Eren x Jean x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

JJBA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Jotaro Kujo

The Girl Who Works at The Diner (Jotaro x fem reader) 💙

Jotaro x Goth!fem reader 💙

soft!jotaro x accidental pregnancy!fem reader

single!father jotaro x fem reader

6789998212 (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

ARSENIC (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

My Protector (jotaro x reader) 💙

New Years and A Hint of Blue Magic - Jotaro x black!fem reader 💙

New Muse (Jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙

Size kink + bulging prompt (jotaro x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

When Life Gives you Pastries (single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader) 💙

Fear is for the (supposed) weak! (jotaro x reader) 💙

Stay (so i have you with me) — fwb!jotaro x black fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Mornings with jotaro (christmas edition)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Everything, Everything for You My Dear (Polnareff x gn reader) 💙

Josuke Higashikata (Part 4)

Ready Player One (josuke x black!fem reader) 💙

Giorno Giovanna

Never Would Have Thought (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

New Dawnings (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio x Goth!fem reader 💙

Team Bucciarati

Honey (Team Bucciarati x reader) 💙

MHA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Keigo Takami

Just Say It — Hawks x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s Home — BD!Hawks x fem!reader

MARVEL

Miguel O’Hara

Maybe it’s Foreboding (Or Not) — Miguel x fem!reader

Change and Her Consorts — Miguel x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

#jotaro x reader #eren x reader #reiner x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x geto #geto x reader #attack on titan #jojos bizarre adventure #jujutsu kaisen #jotaro x black reader #eren x black reader #reiner x black reader #gojo x black reader #jotaro smut #eren smut #reiner smut #gojo smut #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black reader

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ye4gerism · 2 years

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JOTARO + POLNAREFF X BLACK!READER HEADCANONS

author’s note: i just finished stardust crusaders and i absolutely adore polnareff, so i decided to put to some content out for him and maybe attract form jjba readers😋 i decided to throw jotaro in the mix too. i’m not really gonna mention stands and all dat😵‍💫everything’s up to your imagination! my requests are open! do feel free to drop requests!

edit: i also didn’t use grammarly for this. give me a break🫣

JOTARO KUJO

• when i tell you it took y’all a long time together. jotaro’s bluntness made you wonder if you could even approach him and let him know your feelings. despite your established friendship, you were afraid to set him off and deal with his attitude. your distance from jotaro made him wonder if he scared you in some sort of way.

• i think he’d probably confess first but it wouldn’t be like a whole “i love you, now let’s kiss in the rain and tap dance right after” type of thing. i don’t even think he’d say “i love you”. he’d probably just let it slip that he LIKES you. he’d prolly say something like “you’re important to me.”

• you’d take it slow. pda wouldn’t be too much of a big thing. you often share your kisses in private. he likes to put his arms around you when you’re just chilling out. he’d probably be a little scared to go public with you because of his “fan girls”. you know how vinnie hacker hangs out with girls and his fans immediately find out their day of birth, IP address, where they live and they make threats so that vinnie can stay single forever? yeah.

• i like how people in the fandom call him joot. so you affectionately call him joot or joots for extra measure. he acts like he hates it but he hates it even more when people other than you call him that. i swear, joseph would probably say the nickname and jotaro would get ready to backhand him (but he wouldn’t just to stay in your good graces).

• when you meet holly for the first time, jotaro would act extra sweet as if he and his hormones haven’t been tormenting his mom for the longest time. he gets a little embarrassed when holly shows him affection in front of you but you think it’s sweet.

• you find it easy to talk to jotaro because you’re both bipoc. when you first started dating, you weren’t too worried about how he’d act. obvs there’d be culture shock moments but it wouldn’t be such a big deal yk?

• he’d also do this:

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

• he’d make it known that he is in love with you. like he’d straight up tell you that he really likes you. but i do think he’d be really chill about it, he wouldn’t want to scare you off.

• polnareff is always spoiling you. you talk about a food your craving, he’ll buy it for you. a movie you wanna watch? get in the car- we’re gonna watch it. you tell him you’re tired of your bonnet slipping off, he’ll buy you one of those non slip bonnets off of tiktok.

• when it comes to pda, i think polnareff is more of a hand holding type of guy. and i mean strictly handholding. he’ll do all types of hand holding variations with you. kissing in public is really rare and more of a private thing for you both

• you call him by his first name the most. everyone around him refers to him by his last name but you simply call him jean. he prolly has a select amount of french nicknames for you and calls you “my love” or simply just “love” in english.

• polnareff will walk into your bathroom and look at your hair products and think “what the hell is this?” 😭 he’d have a lot of questions but would just go with the flow

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Baby, I’m Jealous

Headcanons for when a collection of my favorite JJBA characters get jealous (whether they’d like to admit it or not). She/her pronouns used for reader.

Hol Horse

Jealousy?

Please

He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type

He doesn’t get jealous

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he sees you with some smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch from across the bar

He grips his drink angrily, chugging it down in one fell swoop

Just because you two weren’t official, more like a friends with benefits situation, doesn’t mean this asshole had any right to speak to you, much less caress your hips like he wanted to get you out of your dress

Besides, he didn’t like this guy

A feeling in his gut told him he was gonna break your heart

Not on his watch

You didn’t have time to think before Hol was wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you against his seething chest

“I don’t know what the hell you think yer doin’ with my girl, but if you don’t get outta my sight by the count of three—”

He summons his stand

“I’m gonna pump ya full of lead”

The bastard is gone before you could process what happened

“Was he botherin’ ya, sweetheart?” he breathes against your ear

“Was he bothering you?” you replied, turning to smirk at him

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous, cowboy”

“Just wanna make sure my cowgirl is okay”

You roll your eyes

“Whatever you say. Just next time, wait until I score a free drink before scaring off the asshole, okay?”

Jonathan Joestar

He’s a proper gentleman (trademark)

But deep down

There’s definitely a part of him that comes out when he sees someone particularly close to you

He convinces himself its to keep you safe and sound

But he knows you’re fine

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Pool Time

SDC reacting to you in a bikini. Chaos ensues. Contains suggestive/mild sexual content, especially in Joseph’s part. Oops. Written for female readers.

It wasn’t often you got to relax for a moment during your crusade to defeat Dio, so you jumped at the chance to spend the afternoon at the pool with the rest of your companions. The vehicle taking you to your next destination—a train—wasn’t going to arrive until tomorrow afternoon, so you figured you all might as well do something fun while waiting.

Luckily, you managed to snag a bathing suit from the giftshop in the hotel lobby. Did you pay for it? Ehh. Not important.

You finished tying the bikini straps around your neck, looking yourself over in the bathroom mirror. The top piece consisted of a red patterned bra piece with black straps. The bottoms were entirely black with little red bows on either hip. You winked at yourself. You were never the vain type, but you felt pretty hot at the moment.

The bikini was a little tight being that you were too busy trying not to get caught to look at the tag, but it fit good enough. Your thighs stretched the fabric bottoms, and you had to tuck in the tops of your breasts to fit inside the cups, but everything private was covered. All you wanted to do was jump in the water and stay there so it didn’t matter too much. The hot weather of the Middle East was not your cup of tea.

You grabbed a hotel towel, wrapping it around your waist and securing it there before stepping out of the bathroom. Everyone else was already at the pool, as they’d changed and left in the time you sought out a swimsuit.

Quickly applying sunscreen, you rushed out of the hotel room and to the elevator. Moments later, you arrived in front of the gated pool. It was quite a nice hotel, and there were many shaded tables scattered around the patio. You looked around, spotting the others seated around a large round table. An umbrella provided shade as they sipped on various drinks. You wondered why none of them chose to take a swim. Were they not dying of heat exhaustion, even with their iced drinks?

Tossing that thought aside, you focused on your current dilemma. You needed to be let inside as you didn’t grab a key. You waved both hands, shouting out a name and catching the attention of a certain someone—your boyfriend. Not only that, but a few others also looked your way. It was hard not to pay attention to you in your current state of dress.

Kakyoin

“Holy shit,” Noriaki breathed, eyes widening. Even sporting green swim shorts instead of his usual attire, he felt hot. He looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only one glancing your way. A pit settled in his stomach. He didn’t want to come off as a bastard, or tell anyone, especially you, what to wear, but your current attire sent his mind spiraling.

There was no denying your beauty. He always thought you were beautiful, but this was something else. It felt wrong seeing you in so little fabric in such a public place.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts before gathering himself and walking to let you in.

“Thanks, Nori.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I thought I’d have to climb the gate for a second there. You seemed out of it. You okay?”

He nodded. “Oh, uhh, yeah. I’m good. You just caught me off guard. I see you found a swimsuit.”

“Yeah.” You pulled on the strap of the bikini top before releasing it. It sunk back against your skin tightly. “It’s kind of small, though. I hope it doesn’t tear or something.”

His face flushed red at your words. He quickly changed the subject. “Let’s get in the water. I’m dying out in this heat.”

You hummed in agreement, walking beside him back to the table. “Lemme put my towel down.”

You untied the cloth from your hips, tossing it on a chair before heading towards the large body of water. Noriaki struggled to keep his eyes from trailing downwards, and he quickly followed behind you, standing close enough to block your backside from any prying eyes.

This was simultaneously the worst and best thing he’d ever experienced. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Jotaro

Jotaro was good at keeping his emotions in check, for the most part, but he had no hat to cover his face, nor a jacket collar to pop up to hide his red cheeks. All he could do was look down and mutter.

“Jotaro,” Joseph scolded. “Don’t just sit there. Go let your girlfriend in.”

“Mr. Joestar,” Avdol said. “I think he’s a little overwhelmed. I’ll go let her in.”

“Good grief,” grumbled Jotaro, getting up in his usual irritated manner. “I’m fine. I’m going.”

Polnareff snickered. “Go on, tough guy. Go get your girl.”

“Shut up, Polnareff.”

The Frenchman continued to snicker.

Jotaro made it to the gate, unlatching it and letting you inside with a grunt. You raised a brow. “Why are you so grumpy? Something happen?”

“Old man Joseph and Polnareff are just annoying.”

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Catcalled

SDC reacting to you getting catcalled. RIP the catcallers but not really because they deserved it. Contains swear words and some suggestive content. Written for female readers.

It happened while you and the crew were walking along a busy Egyptian street. The sun burned particularly brightly that day, and you had resorted to tying your shirt up into a crop top and rolling up your already short shorts as high as they could go. Despite your efforts, your skin still shone with sweat as you fanned yourself uselessly. You’d never get used to the weather in Egypt—that you knew. But you and the others were on a mission, and no amount of heat could stop you.

Unfortunately for you, a group of rowdy drunks thought you sweating to death looked appealing enough to shout something about it. Of course. It seems men everywhere on Earth could be complete douchebags. Lovely.

“Hey, baby! Why don’t you take it all off!” yelled an older man, waving a bottle around.

“Nice ass, slut!” called another.

“C’mere and I’ll show you a good time, huh!” a third chimed in.

Gross. Gross. Gross. You cringed, teeth gnashing together as you spun on your heels, ready to tell them off, but it seems your boyfriend had already beat you to it.

Jotaro

The only thing he muttered was “good fuckin’ grief,” before springing into action. To anyone else, it would look like the men spontaneously exploded—blood flew everywhere as Star Platinum sucker-punched the bastards over and over again. Star didn’t stop until the men lay in a gore-soaked pile, all groaning and crying in pain from their anguish.

Though they didn’t catch it, you threw up your middle finger as a final “fuck you” to the assholes who thought it was a good idea to cat-call you. “Keep your mouths shut next time, motherfuckers,” you spat, shooting a final glare before rejoining your companions. The others stood there, varying degrees of concern or awe plastering their faces.

“You okay?” Jotaro asked under his breath. He bumped into you lightly, causing you to lock eyes with him. He rose a brow.

You nodded, bumping him in return before linking your arm with his. “I’ve dealt with my fair-share of gross men. If you hadn’t jumped in, I would’ve beaten them myself.”

“I know,” he muttered. “You would’ve killed them, though. I wanted to avoid casualties, even including those bastards.”

You shrugged. “Doubt they would’ve been missed. Anyway, let’s go. It’s hot as hell out here and I’d like to get to the hotel before I sweat to death.”

Kakyoin

“I must have heard wrong,” he hissed. “I know you’re not speaking about my girlfriend like that, right? Because then I’d have to kill you.” You saw Hierophant Green materialize beside him, fists raised.

The men laughed. A lanky teenager sending threats their way must’ve seemed silly, but they were in for a rude awakening. Before you could blink, Hierophant’s bottom half shot forward, forming a lance as it stabbed through each of the men. They all fell to the ground, holding their wounds as they howled in pain. You were glad Kakyoin didn’t kill them.

Your eyes widened as Kakyoin’s stand wound up for another round—Jotaro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. They’re not worth it. Forget it. Just make sure (Y/N) is okay.”

Kakyoin turned his gaze to you. You shot him a grateful smile, grabbing his hand. “Thank you. They deserved that.”

“They deserve worse, but that doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” he squeezed your hand. You nodded.

“Fine. Assholes exist everywhere, sadly. Let’s just get going. I wanna swim in the hotel pool before it gets dark.”

Polnareff

He locked eyes with you, as though asking for permission to skewer them. You nodded. Normally, you’d always try to keep your eccentric boyfriend in check, but this time you’d make an exception. These assholes deserved what was coming to them. What was coming to them? A rapier wielded by an angry Frenchman’s stand.

“Bonne nuit!” quipped Polnareff before sending Chariot racing into action. You barely had time to process the situation before you—flashes of silver surrounded the men as blood flew every which way. Cuts formed on their bodies almost by magic. They all moaned pathetically, collapsing, as Polnareff recalled his stand. “Don’t ever talk to her, or anyone, like that again, you bastards!” he shouted, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. He turned you around in his arms, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry you had to hear that, ma cherie.”

You leaned against him, relaxing into his broad chest as you took in the smell of his fancy cologne. “I’m good. Thank you for that.”

“Of course! Nobody talks to you like that and gets away with it! I’ll skewer anyone who tries!”

You glanced at his face, shooting him a look he knew too well. “As long as you want me to, of course!”

You laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get to the hotel. It’s hot.”

Avdol

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668 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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